I like my afterglow with you in motion. I measure time by how your body sways.

There wasn't enough gratitude in the world for a server who kept drinks coming at a time like this.

Bet you ten bucks we make it." What are the odds? she thought, and realized with sudden, blinding clarity that she wouldn't take the other side of that bet, that only a loser would bet against them. This is really it, she thought, amazed. This is really forever. I believe in this. "Min?" he said, and she kissed him, putting all her heart into it. "No bet," she said against his mouth. "Your odds are too good." "Our odds are too good

Tomorrow we go back to normal?" "Sure," Mab said. "It'll be like none of this happened. Except I'll still be pregnant, and you'll still be making dragons, and Glenda will still be pretending that Dreamland is Cancun, and Weaver will still own the only green velvet demon in captivity. Other than that, perfectly normal." "I just meant no demons trying to kill us," Cindy said. "My baseline for normal is a lot lower than yours.

If you haven't failed, you're not trying hard enough.

The last time I saw a brow that low I was watching slides in anthropology class

Values aren't buses... They're not supposed to get you anywhere. They're supposed to define who you are.